"I’ve been doing well lately, work has been smooth. You probably won’t believe it, but I just got involved in a ti anomaly event a few days ago and turned the tide!"
"Impressive, right? Promotion and pay raise are just around the corner."
Palr picked up the microphone and excitedly recounted his recent fantastical adventure to the other party.
"Most importantly, my vacation request was approved, I’m now figuring out a day to go back and see you."
"Hey, is there anything you want? I’ll get it for you. My bonus is quite substantial this ti, I’ll cover all expenses."
"What? Got everything at ho already, don’t need anything, huh! Damn! Vasilina, I’m out there risking my life, and you’re just lounging on the sofa watching TV, aren’t you!"
"Alright, alright, let’s talk when I get back."
Palr hung up the phone, his face still radiating satisfaction, but his beautiful fantasy was interrupted by the voice from next door.
"Was that your fiancée?"
Palr’s expression froze for a mont before he yanked open the curtain, "Boss, eavesdropping on others’ calls isn’t good!"
"I didn’t intend to listen, but your voice was so loud, it was hard not to hear."
Lebius lay on the hospital bed, a bed table set up in front of him filled with various docunts. Most bizarrely, there were two exquisite chanical hands beside the bed, quickly processing docunts under Lebius’ control.
Palr looked at Lebius helplessly, then sighed, "Yes, she is my fiancée."
Geoffrey’s injuries weren’t serious, he was discharged after staying at Border Sanatorium for a few days, and Bologue was the sa. His undying body was truly convenient.
After the two left, only Palr and Lebius remained in the ward, and they temporarily beca roommates.
Sharing a room with your boss is stressful enough, let alone living together for a while.
During these days, Palr’s ntal stress was pushed to the limit, but after hitting that limit, he beca relieved and instinctively ignored Lebius, amusing himself.
Lebius said seriously, "Hmm... Even now, I find it hard to imagine that you have a fiancée."
"Boss, I know you’re trying to joke, but could you at least change your facial expression when doing so?" Palr had gotten used to Lebius’ various reactions, "Your cold expression is truly terrifying!"
Thanks to his ti with Bologue, Palr applied the experience he gained from him to Lebius.
One could say Lebius and Bologue were sowhat similar, both extrely cold, efficient, and professional. But unlike Bologue, who occasionally went off the rails and revealed his fierce or humorous side, Lebius was different; he seed to have only one persona, living by it.
"No, I’m serious," Lebius wasn’t joking, continuing to browse the docunts, "Is it a marriage alliance between families? You are, after all, the heir of the Clarks family, many families might desire your lineage."
Lebius paused, "If it’s not, then that’s quite surprising. It’s hard to imagine soone like you attracting romantic interest."
Palr got anxious, "Oh God, boss, just how unworthy am I in your eyes!"
Lebius recalled Palr’s file, even though he thought highly of Palr, the experiences directly pulled out really were unremarkable.
The atmosphere in the ward fell into an eerie silence, only the sll of disinfectant wafting between them.
Palr got even more anxious, "Say sothing! What’s with the silence!"
"How did you two et?"
Lebius clumsily shifted the topic.
Palr frowned seriously, "I’m just unlucky, not stupid. That was too clumsy a way to change the topic!"
Lebius looked at him expressionlessly.
"..."
"We’ve known each other since childhood, a bit of a free romance, and sohow got engaged all the way till now."
Palr obediently sat by the bedside, hands on his knees, recounting his simple emotional journey to Lebius.
One thing worth acknowledging is that both Lebius and Bologue possess a peculiar magic; when they silently gaze at you, you’ll feel psychological pressure like never before, as if facing a friendly psychopathic killer.
Under such pressure, Palr chose to abandon thinking.
"That’s it?"
"What else?"
Lebius’s eyes, rarely, showed so other emotions, like... disappointnt.
"What did you imagine? A playboy? Constantly indulging in different won’s arms?" Palr proclaid loudly, "I’m the heir of the Clarks family, am I that kind of person?"
Lebius replied calmly, "I didn’t say anything."
Palr kept shouting, "Your eyes were saying too much already!"
After venting, Palr mumbled, "How should I put it? As the heir of the Clarks family, having a fiancée ans I must take responsibility, absolutely can’t ss around, right?"
Lebius coldly said, "If you didn’t ntion it, I really couldn’t associate you with being the heir of the Clarks family."
"Boss, you..."
Palr was about to lose his temper but was interrupted by Lebius raising his hand, "I suggest you take your vacation as soon as possible, no one knows what tomorrow holds, right?"
"Oh... I’m planning to decide when to go back after I’m discharged and move into a new ho," Palr recalled sothing, "Also, I have the Prayer Believers promotion ceremony coming up, I’ll deal with that first."
On reflection, Palr realized he truly had a lot going on, various tasks filled his schedule, making it overwhelming.
Palr’s gaze drifted to the docunts on the bed table, among sheets after sheets of paper, he saw a familiar photograph.
"How is she?" Palr stood up, walked to Lebius’s bedside, "Bologue rarely cares about soone like this, he must be quite concerned."
"She’s doing alright, these are the inspection reports from the Sublimation Furnace Core," Lebius didn’t hide anything, directly handed Aimou’s file to Palr, "You can take a look."
"She’s a very interesting case."
Hearing Lebius’s words, Palr flipped through the records, a strange reality gradually erged line by line from the data and annotations.
"As an Alchemy Puppet, she possesses human consciousness and even received the Devil’s blessing. You could say she is now a living human being."
Lebius sighed at the conclusion from the report.
Palr shook his head, "But this requires sacrifice of the soul."
"No, her soul is still intact, not one of the Debtor."
Lebius gave a shocking answer, upon hearing this Palr widened his eyes in disbelief, thinking he heard wrong.
"The sacrifice was made by Teda, Aimou is the beneficiary of the wish... Odd, isn’t it? But that’s the reality, her soul remains whole but she received the Devil’s blessing."
Palr took a few minutes to digest this magical conclusion, then muttered to himself, "Knowing this news, Bologue should be quite happy."
"If everything went smoothly, Belli should have already inford Bologue, he cares about this more than we do," Lebius said.
"And afterward? Where does Aimou go? Teda is dead, and the Alchemy Workshop is destroyed, nothing’s left."
Palr spoke with so sadness, Aimou gained new life but was genuinely holess.
"Was she planning to reside in the Sublimation Furnace Core? Belli should take good care of her, right?" Palr thought of Belli again, at least Aimou still has her senior sister.
"The Sublimation Furnace Core proposed this to Aimou, but she refused."
Lebius continued flipping through files, "She said she likes being with Belli, but she feels she has already freed herself from Teda’s constraints and should pursue sothing she likes."
Aimou doesn’t particularly enjoy Alchemy, she studied it diligently just to please Teda."
"So what’s Aimou planning to do?"
Lebius didn’t answer Palr’s question but rather focused on gazing at the file in his hands, a personal dossier detailing the target’s information.
Na: Aimou Yazhede.
Action Group: Rupert’s Tail.
Status: Employed.
Lebius picked up his seal, pressing a red mark onto the "Employed" status location.
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